Finding Rural

Maybe you clicked on a pin and came over from my Pinterest board.. or you're a blogger who's dropping by, or you're curious about what Rural is.

Rural is not just a place in the heart, it's for those who...

...have an innate love of the mountains, the outdoors, and the joys of gardening, it's all about our connection with nature.

Trees reflected in a bike mirror on back country road. From www.ruralmag.com

Rural is the moment that the setting sun glides with a golden glow across the fading fields, while the birds sing from the branches, and the bugs buzz around your head.

It's in that deep breath you just took.

Rural is the bumps under the wheels of a bike travelling down the backcountry road, and the startle of a pheasant calling from the underbrush.

It's in the marvelling of the intricate craftsmanship of a bird's nest, and the unfurling of a fern.

woman's legs and feet standing on the edge of a herb garden with chives from www.ruralmag.com

Rural is in the crunch of hiking boots on gravelly rocks as we travel up the mountain path, breath measured, legs working hard.

Rural...because your heart lives here...

Sun setting over mountains and meadow in the Okanagan from www.ruralmag.com

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I'll see you there, come and say hello...

Jen @ Rural

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The Bear, the Buck and Bella: Notes from a summer garden

We had a visitor the other night. We get a revolving parade of animals some more welcome then others...this one was stealthy, while the other paraded down the street as if out for an afternoon stroll. One visitor made me smile with delight, the other...every so rudely ate the empty quail egg from my decorative bird's nest on my front porch. And then it b umped into my heavy garden bench sitting by the front door and moved that a few feet, not my kind of visitor... I've got too many childhood encounters with bears to ever be comfortable with them this close. Camping, and living among their world has makes me observant, but cautious. After eating the quail egg, the bear decided to try out the path to the front garden, and despite its size, not one blossom was bruised...I will give it that. The young buck was a visitor who waltzed down the street in front of our house. It's fuzzy two point antlers proudly held high, and it brought a smile to our faces...it was curious and bo

Not wasting a second of this season

It's only the second day of Autumn, and all puns aside.. I've Fall-en in love with this season all over again... The soft warming tones of russets, and golds, the way the colors on the trees have just barely started to glow. It's beautiful and favors us with a glow. It's as if the trees are teasing us by tossing their leaves secretly behind our backs...twinkling down so quietly. Autumn is a graceful ageing process, the reverse of spring when everything is reborn, now it's dying, falling, leaving us...and yet across the world, there is renewal. We're still in the honeymoon stage of this season, it's all new, and oh so beautiful. Remarkable, and remarked upon by nearly everyone. Chock full of a colorful texture that will stay for a while, until suddenly the landscape will reveal it's self as an empty house...bereft, forlorn, windows gaping open sadly. The branches will tighten up with the howling wind, and the once vibrant jewel

If A Tree Falls

There's a phrase that reads... If a tree falls in the forest........ And no one is there. .... Will anyone hear it? Writing blog posts can feel like that at times... If I write it... Does anyone read it? Should I bother, is it even worth it? Then I realized....a blog post is like a tree in the forest. If it's been written, someone will read it and even if they don't leave a comment it's still been noticed, read, probably enjoyed and it's out there representing what Rural is. I've come to the realization that if a tree falls in the forest, it's heard...by the forest. So I'm continuing to write these blog posts 'cause I want to bring you more of those moments that feel ever so profoundly Rural. Like the time an entire murder of black crows coat

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